The date was November 29, 1978. My best friend, Reid, and I were huge Bruce Springsteen fans. We were both going to Duluth East High School and had very little money (I was working at WEBC radio for $2.65 an hour, and Reid made about the same somewhere else). Somehow we got tickets for Springsteen’s Darkness on the Edge of Town show at the St. Paul Civic Center (a 150-mile drive from Duluth). Neither of us owned anything other than a cheap Instamatic camera, and if we were going to get a picture of The Boss we needed more. So we stopped at a camera store and rented a good 35mm camera with a zoom lens.

Neither of us knew how to work the camera, but the clerk at the store gave us the basics.

Off we raced to the big city in my 1967 Mustang! Need I say, the concert was awesome?

Fast forward to a few weeks ago. I was cleaning out some items in an antique trunk and found this 5 x 7 photo I’d saved from that concert.

I’ve lost track of precisely how many times I’ve seen Bruce Springsteen since 1978, but it’s likely seven or eight (including the Born in the U.S.A. tour, which was one of my first dates with my wife, Deb). After all these years, The Boss is still among my favorites—and now that he’s causing Donald Trump to have temper tantrums, I love him even more!